Aurora's
Song
By Cherime MacFarlane
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Algen is finally
home after spending most of her teen years, and young adulthood in Washington
State. She has never been clear on the reason she was sent to live with her
father’s relatives. But she has a job she loves and can finally live in the
place she loves. The Aurora Borealis fascinates her; Algen has missed the
lights and winter terribly. The Grannies want her to be careful. Should she be
careful of the new hire at the native corporation? She’s sure if he gets too
close her heart is going to be in grave danger. The cultural anthropologist is
pursuing her with the single-mindedness of a big predator. Gunrik is too smart,
too much of a hunk and far too tempting.
Ignoring the
question, I sipped my tea and considered exactly what I was prepared to reveal
to the man. I decided to keep my cards concealed. "I've made an offer, and
I refuse to go into details about my reasons. You may accept or reject the
offer. I do need to tell you there may not be another."
"Offer
accepted. What time will you be there? May we sit together?"
"We may. If
all goes well, perhaps you can escort me to brunch afterward. We shall
see."
I thoroughly
enjoyed the game we played. Gunrik interested me. I hadn't met a man who would
spar with me in a long time. He could think fast on his feet. Verbal fencing
could be so much fun.
But I sensed he was
almost as careful about who he let into his private world as I was. We
resembled two tigers playing mating games. When tigers finished mating, the
females went off to have and raise their young, and the males went back to
their solitary existences.
How would this work
out? Would teeth and claws come into play? He had piqued my curiosity, and I do
love puzzles.
Although born in
New Orleans, I am proud to call myself an Alaskan. I have lived here since
1977. I have seen -40 degrees, hauled water, made bear bacon and I live in a
cabin. I have used a fishwheel to catch salmon coming up the Copper River. I
was my second husband's chief mechanic's helper and roadie. I have cut firewood
on shares. I worked as a cocktail waitress during pipeline days in a small
lodge on the Richardson Highway.
My second husband,
a Scot from Glasgow, was the love of my life. When I write Scots dialect, I
personally experienced hearing it from my in laws. When my husband got on the
phone to Scotland, after 5 seconds I could barely understand a word.
We moved to Wasilla
to get warm. It barely drops past -25 degrees here in the winter. I became a
paralegal and worked for over 26 years for the same firm.
Alaska is my home.
I never thought I would love it so much, I never want to leave. The beauty of
Alaska is a draw I cannot resist. I love the people and the history. I have
been captured by a place I came to under duress. Life does play some
interesting tricks on one. My love and I were not apart more than 24 hours for
20 plus years. I never wanted to be anywhere but with him. He was a man to run
the river with and was my biggest fan.
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